The Dance

This picture is of My Daddy, my Son and me at College graduation. Daddy is 88 years young

One day he got a phone call from the local nursing home
He was missing his late wife and he was all alone

She said "we are planning to have music and a dance or two
We hoped that you could help us out as no one dances like you."

Everyone remembers him as the man who loves to dance
He always danced with every girl if he had a chance

He drove down to the nursing home where music filled the air
He asked a lady for a dance and helped her from her chair

They slowly waltzed across the floor and her smile was bright
She had dreamed of dancing again as she slept last night

The Music tempo changed as he asked another to dance
Her step was light and airy as she almost seemed to prance

When that dance song, was over, he took a short break in the hall
He saw her in a wheel chair so weak and thin and small

He asked if she would like to dance she smiled and said yes
Although she had only one leg, she'd have to pass she guessed

He smiled big as he had a plan to, trip the light fantastic
He would promenade her in her wheel chair of chrome and soft green plastic

Her eyes glowed bright like diamonds as they spun around the floor
She thought back of dances and good times she'd had before

This tiny helpless lady was now a dancing queen
Her dancing gown a blanket, so soft, warm and green

When the dance was over they sat to chat for a while
She said she had taught his daughter, as a second grade child

My Daddy soon will be eighty eight my Mom went to heaven last year
When I heard that he went there to dance I smiled and choked back the tears

The sanctity God gives my Daddy as he spends his life sharing time
Is a blessing more precious than treasures, God gives no gift more fine

Tomorrow he may drive a friend, in his Prius, to shop or see a Doctor
The next day he may mentor a youth or serve as a meeting proctor

As I watch with pride and wonder at how my Daddy spends his time
I close my eyes and thank my God, he made this Daddy mine.

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The Dance